A murder, a murder
06-08-2017, 05:24 PM
“Roit.” He said , pulling the jar in front of him slowly before spilling a bit on the floor…For Orsus he supposed, but he kept that to himself. He cleared his throat, “A decided tae take some initiative mysel.” He said, keeping his head low, and his eyes toward the ground. Muttering and almost humble. “A went tae the Rapids,'n foond th’ biggest pack on this forsaken land. Thar stink came off from a mile awae, hard tae miss really.” He slowly gained confidence and managed to raise his head slightly, even managing to speak a little louder. He cleared his throat again, mentally walking himself through the story as he had rehearsed it in his head a million times. He had kept the story to himself for so long he could hardly believe he was telling it, and wanted more than anything for it to be over so he could pass the jar to the sorry shit next to him.He shook out his fur nervously and took a deep breath “Ye keen do this.” He thought, closing his eyes and opening them again.
“At furst A wus jus’ gonney leave ‘n bae don wit it, bu wan o’ the cunts saw me. Huge fook ‘e was, ‘round yer size.” He said glancing at Chaos momentarily before continuing.”Bu fatter ‘n shite colored.”- He added “A told The Great Brown Bastard a was lookin’ fer a man named Hew Jass, a terrible bandit wit wan broon eye.” He glanced around momentarily to see if anyone was ready to shut him up, then paused to take his drink before shaking out his head. “The turd dinne understand a ward a said ‘n joos let me leave.” He finished and passed the jug, already beginning to feel self concious but the feeling was thankfully being chased by the warmth of alcohol. “Musta tho a wuz mad.”
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